Little Jasmine was sitting innocently in the corner—at least, that’s what she wanted everyone to believe.
But the room told a different story.
Banana peels? Scattered.
Milk bottle? Spilled.
Blankets? Tossed everywhere.
Mom walked in and gasped. “Who made this mess?!”
All eyes turned to Jasmine.
She quickly put on her sweetest face, blinking innocently. “Not me!”
But Mom wasn’t convinced. Jueur, the other baby monkey, pointed straight at her.
“Jasmine did it!”
Jasmine’s mouth dropped open in shock. “WHAT?! No, I didn’t!”
Jueur smirked. “Then why is there banana all over your fur?”
Jasmine quickly looked at her hands—oops. Busted.
Mom crossed her arms. “Jasmine, were you playing with the food again?”
Jasmine paused, thinking fast. Maybe she could blame the wind… or a ghost monkey… or maybe even Jueur!
But the evidence was too strong.
With a dramatic sigh, she finally admitted, “Okay… maybe I made a little mess.”
Mom shook her head, trying not to laugh. “A little?! Jasmine, you turned the whole room upside down!”
Jasmine grinned sheepishly. “Oops?”
Mom scooped her up and kissed her forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Jasmine giggled, knowing she was forgiven.
But next time?
She’d have to come up with a better excuse!
